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Ruthless Memories

The night sky bright with lights,
Smoke fills the air.
Bullets fly in all direction,
No way to prepare.

Metal meets the meat,
Time does not exist.
Noise consumes the atmosophere.
Silloutes… distant.

Unpredictable tomorrow.
Weapons smoking.
People dying,
No remorsing.*


Written By John Matar

Afghanistan February, 2011

*freestyle poetry


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3 thoughts on “Ruthless Memories

  1. very awsome post.keep going

    Posted by Madhu Dabholkar | July 26, 2012, 16:59


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